Chapter 234 — Mother Tang's Misunderstanding
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"Then... I'll be going?" Tang Zhi still felt a little too embarrassed to face Wei Zhao. Her near-crazed behavior a moment ago had left her burning with shame.
"I'll walk you home." Wei Zhao locked the car and got out with Tang Zhi.
Looking at Tang Zhi, whose clothes had been shredded into strips, Wei Zhao simply pulled off his own school uniform and held it out to her. "Wear mine?"
Tang Zhi hesitated, but did not refuse. It had been fine in the car just now, but back here in the shantytown, if anyone saw her dressed like this, there was no telling what they would think.
Tang Zhi took off her torn uniform and handed it to Wei Zhao, then quickly slipped into his.
For that one instant as she changed, Tang Zhi was wearing nothing but a fitted camisole, and Wei Zhao's heart stirred again. An eighteen-year-old girl, already perfectly developed—who would have thought a run-down place like the shantytown could bring forth a beauty like Tang Zhi.
Compared with Gu Mengyao's somewhat lean figure and Shen Yushu's overabundant curves, Tang Zhi's figure was the most balanced of them all, and he had no idea how she had grown up this way. Wei Zhao thought to himself.
Tang Zhi was wearing Wei Zhao's school uniform. Though the men's and women's styles differed, in the dark it was hard to tell much; it simply looked a little loose on her. Dressed, she turned her head and saw that Wei Zhao was actually bare-armed, with nothing at all on his upper body, and she froze. "You..."
"Summer's almost here, and it's not even hot. It's fine." Wei Zhao smiled indifferently.
"Then... you wear mine?" Tang Zhi felt touched, and at the same time deeply embarrassed.
"Wear yours?" Wei Zhao was taken aback. Never mind whether he could even fit into it—the fresh, intoxicating scent of the girl that clung to the fabric would be enough to bewitch him.
"Then at least drape it over yourself. You'll catch a cold." Tang Zhi also realized that her clothes would never fit Wei Zhao. It was true that in summer, plenty of bare-chested men in the shantytown sat around in groups playing cards and eating, and Tang Zhi was used to that.
But it was only spring now. Though the weather had already grown somewhat warm, who went around bare-armed at this time of year? Anyone who saw him would take him for a madman.
Wei Zhao, who could ask for nothing better, draped Tang Zhi's clothes over himself. The intoxicating fragrance on the fabric grew even stronger, and his thoughts began to wander. Somehow, he reached out and caught Tang Zhi's small hand...
"Ah..." Tang Zhi was caught off guard when Wei Zhao suddenly seized her hand, and her whole body went rigid. She wanted to pull away, yet felt a sudden reluctance. Her palm was instantly soaked with sweat, and her breathing turned rapid and uneven.
It was the first time Tang Zhi had held hands with a member of the opposite sex... or rather, the second. The first time had been when Li Erlǎn had been pestering her and Wei Zhao had pulled her onto the bus at the station. But that time she had not thought anything of it. This time... it felt as though electricity were coursing through her whole body, nervous and thrilling.
Was this... what first love felt like? Tang Zhi was bewildered, her mind a complete blank, and let Wei Zhao lead her by the hand, walking slowly forward.
The two walked shoulder to shoulder in silence, down the old alleyways of the shantytown, like a pair of lovers heading home together at night.
Only when they were nearly at her home did Tang Zhi snap back to her senses. She did not know where the strength came from, but she flung Wei Zhao's hand away and lifted her head. "I... I'm almost there. You... you should go back."
"Since I've come this far, a few more steps won't hurt." Wei Zhao smiled and kept walking.